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I did not have time to write my diary yesterday, and in the evening I did not want to. I had a few hours in my straitjacket and was in a good space. We did our usual Saturday stuff. I bumped into Sahid and Mats on the market and we had a coffee together. Well, I had peppermint tea, I am still feeling a bit bloated. Master met me when he was finished at the gym and we bought a few more bulky items in our local supermarket. They deliver, we should really make use of that. I cooked and made enough to put some into the freezer. It might be handy to have some choice next week. Then we went to pick up Django. We were invited to stay for a drink and of course the topic of Mum's visit came up again. Stine and Torben are going away, like every Easter, so I do not have to walk Django. They still do not have a diagnosis, the doctor suspects dementia! I had no idea dogs can get that! Apparently dogs can get a lot of diseases we humans have. Anyway, I felt quite uncomfortable talking about Mum. I felt me getting nervous and anxious. So we changed the topic.

All the peppermint tea must have finally had an effect, I suddenly had a rumbling in my guts and was afraid it would spill out. Of course I did not have a bag, so Owe and I made our excuses quickly and I spent some time in my bathroom. I managed to control it and clean myself out.

Master offered to cook dinner, which I think was a good idea. Of course I wash properly, and I had a shower, but I actually did not feel very energetic. We had an early dinner, I had mine as mash. Does not look very appetising, but that way the food has more surface area for my gut bacteria to attack it, get more nutrients out and it is easier to digest. When I first had to adjust my diet, I had most of my meals this way. My body has learned to adjust over the years. We walked Django together, it was only a short walk. Apparently he does not like the dark any more! His eyes have been tested, they are fine. As that could have been a reason for him to lash out, as he does not see. Or his sense of smell could be affected, which disorients dogs immensely. Like a cat loosing the whiskers.

Master suggested he could put me into bondage in the playroom, to give me some time out, but I did not want to leave Django. After a while I thought I could do with some bondage though, and we could do something light, so I can still play with Django. Master got my jacket and did it up a bit loosely. Django was a bit confused by all the straps, but I managed to have a good time with him. I still think I'd rather play with a real dog though, than with a human pup.

I slept in my own room, Django slept in the hall. We left a little light on for him. He was pleased to see me this morning, I did a bit of yoga in the living room and then took him out to do his business. He was sniffing for ages. I did not mind, I want to spend time with him. If he has dementia, then rushing him is no good. My mum used to visit a lot of elderly parish members and often took Lizzie and me along. They always enjoyed having kids around. So I have experience with it. When we came back I woke Master. He was in a good mood and we had a nice session. He said we better do lots now, so we will not be too horny when Mum is here and it will be awkward.

We had breakfast and then I played with Django in the garden. The snow is all gone. Nature is at that point where it just looks sad and drab and one wants some sunshine and fresh green and the leaves to bud. We brought Django back in the late morning. This time we did not stay. I was suddenly tired and had a rest on the sofa while Master cooked. I have been a bit tired lately, I guess my digestion has not been the best and I am lacking nutrients. Master says I need to get some more iron. That is in red meat and dark vegetables, which I do not digest too well or even avoid, as it can give me wind. So I am under instruction to get some from a pharmacy and start taking some. Sometimes, living with a doctor can be so annoying. Most of the time it has been good though. I would have ignored infections before and hoped it will go away naturally. Barbara was always right though, I needed the antibiotics. When I was ill here, it was a more aggressive bug, so needed the operation.

I managed to have some lunch. It was more the knowledge that I need to eat.

Master and I spent some time planning our week. We looked at opening times of some places I want to take Mum and when Owe will be free. The forecast is for nice weather.

We booked for Brunch at Stallemastergarden for Easter Sunday, they said we were lucky to get in!

This time I got excited about her visit, not anxious. Juhu!

We have arranged for a car to take me to the airport and wait for us. Getting there by public transport requires a lot of changes.

Master confessed he phoned Mum on Friday to tell her about my recent problems. I am glad that he told me. I do not mind that he did it. It was probably good to let her know. She does not really know much about my mental health problems. We had enough other stuff to talk about when I saw her in November. It will be good to for her to see me in my environment, where I am at home. I will be more relaxed here and be me. In SR in November, I was kind of at home, but not. The energy had changed.